The Mist That Surrounds Us
There is a lot of fear and a lot of doubts.
It's as if there is a grey mist surrounding us. The world. People. Me. My family.
It's possible that it's always there and we just happily ignore it. Not much we can do about it anyway, right?
But sometimes it's hard not to get lost in the staring. I find myself staring and my mind plays tricks. Making shapes out of inanimate objects and my imagination goes wild.
You think you see something only to have it disappear in a thicker fog.
I'm not sure we are going to come out of this patch the same. I'm almost certain that we aren't.
The whole thing makes me want to grab hands and hold on that much tighter. To scream at those around me that we should treasure right now. To look around. Look at each other.
Admittedly I feel alone in this. I think it's my M.O.
Pretty selfish of me to think that I am the only self aware one of the group.
Yet it is only me staring into the tendrils of fog most times.
Hands will drop and intentions will get lost.
Time will trap our promises and we will forget.
I know it's not forever and I know that clear skies lie on the other side.
I'm fighting change.
It's as if there is a grey mist surrounding us. The world. People. Me. My family.
It's possible that it's always there and we just happily ignore it. Not much we can do about it anyway, right?
But sometimes it's hard not to get lost in the staring. I find myself staring and my mind plays tricks. Making shapes out of inanimate objects and my imagination goes wild.
You think you see something only to have it disappear in a thicker fog.
I'm not sure we are going to come out of this patch the same. I'm almost certain that we aren't.
The whole thing makes me want to grab hands and hold on that much tighter. To scream at those around me that we should treasure right now. To look around. Look at each other.
Admittedly I feel alone in this. I think it's my M.O.
Pretty selfish of me to think that I am the only self aware one of the group.
Yet it is only me staring into the tendrils of fog most times.
Hands will drop and intentions will get lost.
Time will trap our promises and we will forget.
I know it's not forever and I know that clear skies lie on the other side.
I'm fighting change.